“Panic Heart” by Benjamin von Stuckrad-Barre: criticism – SPIEGEL ONLINE

With the novel “Heart panic” Benjamin comes from Stuckrad-Barre los a tumultöses thunderstorm, which is unparalleled – and finds.

The pop cultural feuilleton snap breathes to his (finally yet) Grandmaster. The wave of reviews, gossip, hymns is part of the experimental design, the book overlaps seamlessly into reality, the client is again on its first drug irresistible: success.

Just to clarify in advance: The book is great.

Firecracker. 576 pages. There can be 150 to 200 decouple as singles. Again so many are bonus tracks on Harald Schmidt, Thomas Gottschalk and the Beach Boys. Review proposal. The lecturer will’s already set, less would have been less, three books for the price of one – thank you

Benjamin would be suffering, raging

between Stuckrad-Barre and his critics have always been an intimate relationship SM. Many who once just somewhere rumprostituiert in journalism, of course has the actual, the big novel – already practically finished writing – in the drawer. Good, then come children, crises, performance-enhancing drugs and erectile dysfunction. And then sparkles this needle Schnösel therefore – and do it easily. What a maximum insult!

Stuckrad-Barre turned his sudden debut “solo album” self narration of several generations of journalists questioned. As punishment, he was up and down in written brutalstmöglichem pace. Not many before him could read at age 24 that they previously, so with 23, were also better. Because that’s the other part: Benjamin reads everything would be suffering, raging. And ever calls the Circle: “Kaspar Behind you The crocodile!”

So it snapped. And it says “panic Heart”

When starving helps cocaine, the cocaine.. Money

The fourth child a fifth wheel in Protestant pastor’s family, much good will in northern German province that some games like stinks gesinnung moderately from the boots. Let’s get out.

If you think you have nothing yourself, you stick to people who seem twice as much: heroes, celebrities, living Summit cross on the way to stardom. You just have weghungern that does not fit into the scheme hero. When starving helps cocaine. And the cocaine helps money. A round thing.

Stuckrad-Barre describes the whole workshop patina of its long haul suicide attempt and looks at herself in writing to. As a loving brother of himself; and it can, as the story of his rescue shows never have enough. The author x-rays the rotten pile dwellings under plustrigen phrases. He finds exact words and tender humor even for the wreck that winds in its Kotze

Usually come here the substance marketer general objection. Where is there please the love interest ?

Well, who resides in the hotel and drinking quite well. His name is Udo Lindenberg. And that this daring rendezvous succeeds with the embarrassment, is a miracle of this book. Clear, wanted to free blow than others Verpeilte any RAF psychopaths out of jail, the Allerpanischste did just that with the equally bad imprisoned German Sangessprache: “There was so much going on, life consisted solely of sensations And every day brought a lot of fantastic situations.. “

The left then. Lindenberg by grub nearly a century German song good and restored much of what the great suicide attempt of the Germans had zerniert with and disgraced. The German word sung today is not the otherwise strong German forces. That is a tribute primarily Lindesbergs who hides behind his glasses Hat panic belt Panel before such and any glory.

“I was here”

Stuckrad-Barre manages a staggering beautiful chapter on one of those tough self-quotation actions, a “special train to Magdeburg”. The breaks through a German Styrofoam wall and playful, any other lower limit of originality. The narrator-I staggers out through the mummy cargo on board, prepared from the deepest embarrassment the purest honesty – and loves. Lindenberg glistens as Nuschel-Osho rare, but constantly by the work.

“I was here” – a pretty grave saying for anyone. Stuckrad-Barre was mid-noughties in manic acquisitiveness silent and publications search engine lists. In office production of his documentary on toilet walls and guestbooks – just “I was here” – burned up the narrow budget. For bizarre routes, canceled Hotels down and time not be complied with days of shooting. Rumours Half went to the absentees to need for discussion in the circle of interested parties a prominent artist. In retrospect, would ordinary heartbreak gentle Alternative Medicine to what was actually else is going on.

No pure research, but also his life

Here and there in “panic Heart “to read the back of such events and will shake the patient, hugging, happy slap sometimes, somehow solve his gaze to the scrapping premium. Cold comfort that the drug treatment is not without intrinsic motivation. It would have been still lovingly, to be allowed to fail because of the self-destroyer time. Beautifully bad. He got it himself, just how it works.

And even among us: literary criticism is not criticism of the characters depicted in literature. This boundary blurs Stuckrad-Barre itself. The insanity 20 years described were not pure research, but also his life. Now one sees the milk a, the other the bile, and all have a thick big book to marvel and my family.

And the author? “Benjamin, are you okay?” Asks one of the Stuckrad Barre heroes move the swash ends. This is always a good question.

Friedrich Küppersbusch is a journalist, author and television producer.